Campfire Freestyle

Em    D     Bm      A

   Em       D       Bm      A
(mumbling) Fall down
Em             D
I ain't finna fall down
 Bm                              A
Fourth quarter, shorty, I'mma a ball out
 Em                     D
Don't go to work, baby call out
 Bm                    A
Ain't no waitin', no stall now
Em            D
   I'm finna ball out
 Bm                         A
Fourth quarter, shorty, no call outs
 Em                           D
Don't go to work, baby, just call out
 Bm                   A
(uh) In the bedroom, all out

Em            D
Percs on the counter
                Bm
I can't wait to take 'em
                A
Blunts on the counter
               Em
Can't wait to face it
           D
Bad lil' bitch, yeah
            Bm
She be my favorite
         A                       Em
All my songs, they all on her playlists
                D                           Bm
I don't really know how to say it but I'mma say it
                 A                                G
I don't really know if she take it but she could take it
                                         A
I don't slow it down unless I'm in the matrix
                                           Em
Presidential brain that bitch like Sarah Palin

D
Here it go
Bm                          A
I'm not the same nigga that I was a year ago
Em                 D
I thank God every day for this, a miracle
Bm              A
In the Trap House singing mingles, spirituals
  Em                 D                   Bm                 A
(Yeah) Aunt Jemima, best believe I'm in trap, goin' entry lining
                          Em                    D
Pull up on 'em with the Rollie, that's perfect timing
              Bm                     A
I guess that means that the stars aligning

Em               D
Gonna sing like CeCe Winans
Bm                 A
Changed shit just like the climate
Em              D
Sit back in my seat reclining
Bm                 A
I call that shit perfect timing
Em               D
I'm in another country getting new money
Bm               A
My money act depression, yeah that's blue money
Em                    D
Feeling like I had depression, I was blue or something
Bm                A                                     Em
Until I smoked a pack and then I blew or something   (uh, uh)
D                           Bm                           A
Listen to the way that, my flow on this shit is off the top, like a wave cap
Em                D
Pull up on the ceiling you get knocked like the bass back
Bm                      A
Put the Mac-11 bullet where your fucking face at
Em            D
Eating good cocaine on a placemat
Bm                  A
And that's what a bitch put her face at

G
Eating good cocaine on a placemat
A
And that's what a bitch put her face at

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